Vacuous days
burrow themselves a place in my heart
as if it was some empty stretch-
denying me my time
in the cavern of blissful calm
my dreams too.
Me
like a lone tree
for the sake of
embracing yellow autumn to my bosom
one after another
in passion
throw onto the earth
all the garments of my body
Yet
Forever annul is this respite of mine
this charity of dreams.
But
A day will come
that I'll forget all this
the severity of the time even
when my heart was rife with pain.
I'll be the white bench
that remains empty
so I may sit on it
and stare into the expanse
where drops of water
like some formless substance wait
to become the apparel of the wind
